How must it be
to be moss,
that slipcover of rocks?–
imagine,
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence
of birds gone south.
— excerpted from ‘Moss’ by Bruce Guernsey
Sunday Muse
Sunday Muse
How must it be
to be moss,
that slipcover of rocks?–
imagine,
greening in the dark,
longing for north,
the silence
of birds gone south.
— excerpted from ‘Moss’ by Bruce Guernsey
Love the images and the words, perfect!
Thanks for stopping in and visiting our farm! Glad to meet you!
These shots could have been taken at my own farm. Have a lovely Sunday.
Oh, how I love moss! In the light of the afternoon, the slant of the sunlight hitting a patch of moss is magic itself!